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The Old Church (Story)
The Old Church
I sat in the gloomy graveyard which was filled with only ten graves and covered in a blanket of poisoned vines. The vines led up to the old church and hugged it tightly. Parts of the church had crumbled away and been left on the dead grass after so many years of being abandoned.
I heard a small angelic bell ring sweetly from inside the giant church. For some reason I was drawn to it. I stood up and started toward the church, leaving my grandmothers grave unattended.
I stepped into the porch to see a bouquet of dying flowers. By the look of them, they had been there for more than a week. I went through the second set of broke
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It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
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